Blue Ridge Mountain Blues

When I was young and in my prime
I left my home in Caroline.
Now all I do is sit and pine
For all the folks I left behind.

I've got those blue ridge mountain blues
And I'll stand right here to say
My grip is packed to travel and I'm scratching gravel
For the blue ridge far away

I see a window with a light
I see two heads of snowy white
I seem to hear those folks recite
Where is my wandering boy tonite

I've got those blue ridge mountain blues
When the the sighing pine trees wave
And now I'm going to wander to the folks down yonder
On the blue ridge far away

I know that when I return
There'll be a shindig in the barn
People from miles around will form
There'll be some fiddleing in the barn

I've got those blue ridge mounatin blues
And I can hear those hound dogs bay
And every day I'll be counting till I've found the mountain
On the blue ridge far away

I'm gonna do right by my walk
I'm gonna do right by my talk
I'll hang around the cabin door
No work or worry anymore

I've got those blue ridge mountain blues
Gonna hear my old dog Trey
We're gonna hunt the possum where the corn top blossoms
On the blue ridge far away